Breaking Free, Pt 1
A pair of polished white armored boots clacked as they tromped down the hallway. They stopped right in front of Eva’s cell, and turned towards it. Their owner stood and watched as Eva performed sit up after sit up fluidly and constantly.
Her legs were draped up on the bed, while her upper body laid on the floor. Well, almost. She never actually laid back down, and instead kept her upper body up off it. She made multiple small crunches as she brought her chest to her knees, over and over.
The observer winced at the sight - he felt his own abdominal muscles twitching out of pain. He counted more than 20 of them, all without pause or error, before he knocked on the transparent metal doors themselves.
Eva stopped halfway up, then turned her head to the side so she could see who had interrupted her workout.
“Nightmare,” she said. “What the hell do you want?”